higekichan

Welcome to Higeki-chan's practically unused lj.
I write, or at least, I try. I don't think I can.
I read, or at least, I used to. I find myself drawn more to fanfiction lately.
I draw, or at least, I attempt to. My skills seem to be deteriorating.
I welcome any visitors, and hope to start using this lj a bit more in the future.
Higeki, 2014.

~repost from deviantart~
Nagisa still can’t believe what the doctor had said.
It must not be true. After all, didn’t that funny looking cat cure her cancer? She got to eat cheese again, right? So it must not be true.
As if the cat heard her, it suddenly appeared on the little table with wheels that Nagisa eats yucky goo from during mealtimes.
Nagisa thinks that the cat is creepy. Only ghosts do that. But ghosts don’t grant wishes, right? So that cat isn’t a ghost.
“Oh, I did grant your wish, Momoe Nagisa,” the creepy cat says. “You wished to eat cheese one more time, correct? So you got to eat it. One more time.”
And then Nagisa doesn’t know why, but she understands what the creepy cat’s saying.
And she feels like she’s falling.
She feels strange and sick and like she’s dying like grandma must have last year and the world is turning black and-
and at the last moment, cozy and warm.
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Nagisa wakes up in a bed with starched white sheets and thinks that she’s still in the hospital until she realises there are no doctors and nurses milling around and that smell of sick people. Instead the air here smells really nice.
Nagisa turns her head and sees a lady with very long hair and pretty golden eyes. The lady is wearing a long white dress. She has a warm smile, like mama.
“Nagisa,” the lady whispers. “It’s all right now. You can eat all the cheese you want. Nothing is stopping you anymore.”
And the lady’s voice-oh.
Nagisa suddenly remembers the lady, but it’s a very strange type of memory. When she sees the lady, she looks different, and Nagisa seems to be watching it as if from a video- and in so much pain. It hurts, hurts, hurts so much. She can’t think of anything during the time she sees the lady except it hurts, and she feels so sad.
Her face feels wet, and she’s sniffling, and there’s a funny feeling in her chest- she’s crying. And, seeing her nearest source of comfort, Nagisa throws herself into the lady’s arms.
The lady wraps her arms around Nagisa, whispers soothing words into her ear, and Nagisa thinks that the lady hugs just like mama- comforting and like the instant before her arrival in this place- warm.

~repost from deviantart~
The last she remembers is a familiar face, and a pair of warm hands draining the murky corruption out of her soul gem.
The name’s on the tip of her tongue, yet she cannot recall what was the name of the girl who saved her.
She wakes up, and sees white. For a second, she panics- thinks she’s blind.
Then she realises that everything is white. The bed, the sheets, the floor, the walls, everything.
This must be heaven, she thinks, and I’m probably dead.
She hears a soft sigh, and a gentle voice whispering “I’m sorry.”
That alone speaks volumes, and she turns her head in the direction of that voice to see that familiar girl, once again.
That smile on that girl’s face gives her deja vu, though she knows for a fact that she’s never seen it before.
Golden eyes well up with tears, and the girl opposite her suddenly drops to her knees and cries.
“Sayaka-chan,” The girl breathes, shaking her head, and suddenly, she remembers.
“Madoka.”
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She looks completely different, as if she’s some sort of goddess. Knowing golden eyes instead of pink, impossibly long hair, and a flowing white dress. Translucent pink wings.
But that expression is identical to that girl who was her best friend in another time.
And she’s crying, kneeling on the floor, looking pathetic.
She goes down on her knees and puts her arms around her best friend.
Madoka returns her hug and whispers in her ear, “You still died around this time… That did nothing… Sayaka-chan, I’m so sorry…”
Sayaka pulls back, startled. “What are you talking about?”
Madoka smiles and wipes her tears. “Oh right, you don’t know, do you…”
And then tells Sayaka something she wouldn’t expect, at all.
Kyouko’s noble sacrifice (Oh, thank you, how sweet, Kyouko, that wasn’t helpful, but was certainly very romantic), Homura actually having good intentions and a tragic past, and Madoka’s ultimate wish. Apparently Sayaka’s now in Madoka’s heaven, and she’s- Madoka, of all people- the Law of Cycles.
So that’s why she looks like a goddess. She is one.
“Holy crap, Madoka, I never knew you had the guts to do that!”
And Madoka giggles, embarrassed, blushes, just like the old times.